I miss the dirt upon the streets
I miss the sand forever stuck to my feet.
I miss the markets full of noise
The dusty roads and cloudy skies.
I miss the hawkers there who sell their goods,
The children running down the roads.
I miss the eyes so bright and cheerful smiles,
The passion and the love that shines.
Lives of challenge yet hearts of hope,
A life more simple, with different trials.
A daily challenge to my western jaded heart,
To live with faith and passion,
To never give up Hope.
To the people of West Africa,I miss you.
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